Coming Together: At Last, Volume One

by Alessia Brio, L. A. Banks, Lisabet Sarai

  "You're going to have a heart attack if you keep eating that shit,” she said with even thinking about it. Teasing him about his eating habits had been a safe area, one where she often razzed him without fear of him getting upset, as if he would.

  "Why are you worried about it?” he asked casually. Shoving his menu back into its holder, his eyes returned to hers. “Gonna miss me when I'm gone?"

  "Yes,” she answered, thinking of how good and cozy his arms felt locked around her last night. “Yes, I will."

  Her honesty caught him by surprise, judging by his facial expression, but in a blink he'd erased it. Back with his usual swagger and attitude intact, Juan nodded.

  "Then I better order a salad next time."

  She smiled, again unable to help herself.

  "That's what I want to see,” Juan said, leaning into her, putting both his forearms on the table, he lowered his voice. “I want to see you happy, and not all bottled up and pissy. Though you look so damn hot angry."

  She smacked her hand on the table, and his shit-eating grin grew wider.

  "Damn it, Lopez. You are so testing the limits of my patience today!” Lori said, her body quivering with want for him. So close to her breasts, she could easily picture him, leaning over a little more, ripping off her shirt and bra, and putting those luscious lips against her nipples and suckling them, using his lips to pinch them like he did last night. She'd nearly come right then and there, but held on for another whopping fifteen minutes before her first orgasm left her breathless.

  "Why does that make you angry?” he asked, leaning back, giving her room to breathe again. “You're a beautiful woman, Morgan."

  "Listen, Lopez, if you think you're getting back into my pants again—forget about it. Save your charm for those ditzy lingberries at the cop's bar,” Lori retorted, glad her anger had arrived to save her from her lusts. “I'm not buying it."

  She crossed her arms, feeling her aroused nipples tightened again, but she didn't look at him. She couldn't. Those flaming pools threatened to take her back to last night and leave her there—in the fantastic throes. Once it got out she and Lopez had done the horizontal hello, no cop would ever respect her as an equal. Surely, Juan knew that.

  "Lori,” he said, and that soft word, heavily surrounded by his accent, caught her attention long enough so that she had to look at him. What she found there stirred her restrained hunger to new heights. “You're my best friend. Last night, we ... I ... Yeah, this is hard."

  "I bet it is."

  Juan laughed, and it caused ripples of heat to roll through her. It was so wonderful to her ears.

  "Let me try again,” Juan said, rubbing his hand through his hair. “Us being together like that was so unbelievable, so incredible. I am not going to lie to you, I enjoyed it, but...” he rushed on afraid of the look on her face, “but you know me. I want to be your partner. So, uh, let's try to put this behind us, and move forward."

  "Let's pretend it didn't happen. Good enough for you?” Lori asked, eyebrows bent in a frown. “Because I put myself out there for the cover, you know? Not for any other reason but the job. We won't be rolling in the hay anymore, so let's leave it at that."

  Juan rolled his eyes.

  "I can't,” he said. “We can pretend that it didn't happen, but it did. Every amazing moment. You taste so good, Lori, and you felt so wonderful, hot and tight, wet and willing, my goodness woman..."

  Damn him! I want him so badly. He keeps talking, but all I can do is stare at that mouth and hunger for his pink tongue to be pressed against my clit again, circling it as if his tongue was salsa dancing with my clit! Sweet Santa Teresa, I am so wanting him again. I can't believe this.

  Lori clutched the table and tried to summon her anger once more, but she couldn't get mad. Juan's hands had disappeared under the table, and that's when she felt it. A thick finger rubbing her calf.

  "Lopez...” she growled, all too aware that she had slumped down in her seat to force her panties to pull taut over her clit. This had put her pussy closer to Juan's fabulous fingers. “Knock it off."

  His desire-ladden eyes had already drooped to mid-mast, and he slid out of the booth.

  When he got up, the huge swell of his phallus became obvious, so much so, Lori's entire body took notice; everything awoke at the sight of the tool of pleasure as if recognizing a long lost friend. She scooted over because Juan was coming into her side of the booth whether she wanted him to or not.

  "See what you do to me, Morgan?” he whispered softly into her ear. “I feel how wet you are for me."

  And as if to convince her, he slipped his hand under the table and zipped his finger across her jean's inseam. He found the triangle between her legs and pressed his palm against it. She squirmed in response, nearly moaning aloud.

  "So warm,” Juan said softly into her ear. “Last night you were so hot as I slipped in my cock, I nearly came, baby. It took all my will not to do that. Damn, Lori..."

  Lori's pelvis thrust hard against his hand, and at that moment, she knew all hope of discussing what happened in a logical, non-threatening manner had been breached. The moment he started talking about it, the more she wanted a redo. She sighed, titling her head back and allowing her braids to scatter across the cheap booth seat.

  "Hmm,” Juan continued to breathe into her ear. “When you're like this all I want to do is make you happy, make you come, make you feel good..."

  Is that what you want? Really? To make me happy?

  "Here you order,” came the waitress's drab voice. Like a hammer it crashed into the intimate cloud surrounding them, and it made Lori bolt up in her seat, aware of her surroundings again.

  "May we have this to go?” Lori asked, shooting the woman an apologetic smile. “Or better yet, just bring the to-go boxes, and we'll pack it up."

  Juan's gentle fingers guided her face to his and he said, “I want you for breakfast, amada."

  "Check, please!"

  [Four]

  The sting was set up so the two teams shared a single apartment, posing as two couples, one working nights and one working days. Their cover was that the two couples shared the low rent apartment to try to save up for a better place. They had spent months being seen and talking to the naturally skeptical neighbors and frequenting neighborhood establishments like the dingy diner. Juan and Lori's relief wouldn't be showing up for an hour or so, but there was no way in hell Juan was going to take her back to that broken down place. Besides, for what he had planned, he needed much longer than an hour.

  The waitress had barely set the Styrofoam boxes down before Juan was dumping the food into them, grabbing Lori, and hustling her out of the door, pausing briefly to throw twenty bucks in the general direction of whoever the hell was behind the counter. To her credit, the beleaguered waitress didn't bat an eye, just scurried out of the way, casting a single look in their direction that could have been described as longing.

  No one that young should look that dead in the eyes. Lori had a gift for getting even the toughest nut to crack. It was one of the many things he had grown to respect about her. But right now, it was not forefront in his things to do. There was only one thing he needed to do today, Lori.

  He had no idea how he managed to hustle her into the car or how he managed to drive to his apartment in less than ten minutes, a drive that should have taken at least twenty. As soon as the door closed, he had her pinned against it.

  The moment his mouth settled against soft, full contours of her own, he was a goner. Reaching down he grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist without breaking contact. He couldn't imagine pulling his lips from hers; she was sweeter than nectar, more intoxicating than homemade wine. Had he known what he was missing all these years...

  "Off, now,” he growled nodding toward Lori's loose-fitting pants while hurriedly unbuttoning the fly on his jeans.

  Next time he would take it slow. Right now, he was so damn hard he could drive nails. Palming his cock, he watched with hooded eyes as
she seemed to take her sweet ass time ridding herself of her sweatpants. Damn, she was stacked! Her legs weren't long, but they were shaped perfectly, thick—but well-defined—thighs and calves, all deliciously dark and smooth. His mouth watered thinking about them clasping him to her.

  "The sweatshirt, too,” he rasped, his fist unconsciously pumping his weeping organ. He needed to be inside her so bad he was going to start any second. “Now turn around, and put your hands against the door."

  Lori raised an eyebrow, but did as he asked—well, demanded. Thank the saints! He wasn't at all sure what he would have done if she had argued. He had never walked this close to the edge before in his life. Reaching out a shaky hand, Juan ran his hand down her back, tilted her hips upward just so while simultaneously nudging her legs apart.

  "You have no idea how fucking hot you look, querida,” Juan growled in the small shell of her ear. Leaning forward, he allowed his cock to rub against the crack of her ass. One day he would take her there, too. He would take her in every position, every way known to man, and then make up some new ones. “So damn sexy."

  "Please, Juan."

  He smiled at the raw need in her voice. Yeah, that's how he wanted her. He rubbed rigid length against her wet slit, letting her juices coat him while working his head up to tease her clit.

  "Please what, Lori? Tell me what you need, baby."

  Juan was pushing it. He was half a second away from burying himself so deep inside her it would take the Jaws of Life to pull them apart. Still, he needed to hear her say it.

  "Please, please, fuck me!"

  Music to his ears. As much as he wanted to enter her in a single thrust, he was all too aware how tightly he fit in her snug little cove. As gingerly as he could, he worked his way inside slowly, delighting in every little jump, every spasm of her inner muscles against his tool. Lori moaned deep and low, widening her stance to allow him deeper.

  "Shit!” Juan hissed between his teeth when fully enveloped. His head swam at the luxurious feel of her surrounding him so tightly, as if her pussy had taken him in a bear hug.

  "Juan! You have to move!” Lori pleaded rocked her hips backward, grinding that fabulous ass against his groin.

  "Chica, you are going to have to stop that."

  He had meant to sound all forceful and manly, but it came out as a tortured plea. She kept moving, sliding back and forth against his cock. He wanted to stop her, but when his hands gripped her hips, he founded himself kneading the soft, pliant flesh, reveling in the feel of her body moving on his own. A line of perspiration broke out on his forehead. He was going to have to move, but there was no way in hell he could be the gentle lover he was last night.

  "I need you, Juan.” Her voice was a cross between a whimper and a sob. Beautiful. “I need you so bad. Make me feel you."

  That was it. Snaking his arms around her heated body, Juan pulled his cock almost completely out of her heated quim, then slammed back home. Then again, and again. He felt her body quake almost immediately with warm, wet tremors he felt in the center of his being. But he didn't stop. He couldn't. He couldn't stop driving himself into her, pistoning his hips back and forth until Lori was screaming his name.

  "Juan! Oh, shit, Juan!"

  Juan came so hard he almost black out, sinking to the floor, the woman of his dreams help tightly in his arms.

  * * * *

  "So, what are we going to do about this?” Lori asked leaning against Juan's broad chest as warm bathwater gently lapped their bodies.

  She supposed she should be mad. After all, fucking Juan again was the last thing she had intended to do. Last night could have been chalked up to the stress of the job and being confined in such tight quarters night after night. But today, today there was nothing she could blame. She had to face the cold hard facts. She was into her partner in a serious way. Truth be told, she had been for years, yet as long as neither of them acted on the insane attraction that was always just beneath the surface, things had been safe.

  There was no going back on this time. For better or for worse, this thing between them wouldn't be going away. Once the forbidden fruit was tasted, one quickly developed a craving for it. Lori had no idea if Juan felt anything beyond the physical, but despite his track record with women, she trusted him. He was her friend above all. She was positive he wouldn't fuck her over. Almost positive, anyway.

  "What are we going to do about what?” Juan's voice was still heavily laden with passion, all deep and yummy. Damn, how could a girl resist that?

  Focus, Morgan! Lori warned herself. The situation had just gone from bad to worse, depending on which way they went from here.

  "You, me ... us.” They were hard words for her to say; she had never felt so exposed before in her life. The gentle blow off was what she feared the worse. If he were to say anything along the lines of “I care about you, but...” or “I don't want to mess up what we already have, so...” she might have to shoot him.

  "I don't want to go back, Lori."

  She might be tough on the job, but the gently worded declaration made her eyes burn with tears she was trying like the devil not to shed. Juan's chin rested lightly on her head, the tiny black hairs coating the strong arms that tightened around her body tickled her skin, and the athletic legs surrounding her squeezed her closer ever so gently. The unreal heat and sparks of electricity let loose from a night of passion was not all that was between them. Juan was recognizing that, opening himself to her. It meant more than any cheekily uttered sweet nothing ever could.

  "I want to give this a go, querida,” he went on, his hands smoothing up and down her body. “I don't want to go back to being just friends, or even friends with benefits. I want it all. I want to be the man you come home to. I want you to be the woman I live for. You already are."

  The tears began to fall freely. “I want that too,” Lori admitted, “but..."

  "No, no buts.” Juan stood in the cramped bathtub, pulling Lori up with him. The whoosh of water coursing into the tub failed to drown out the meaning of those words.

  Turning her around to face him, he cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. His heart constricted painfully at the glistening water filled orbs. Damn, had any woman look so beautiful? Had she really thought he would let her go-ever? That just wasn't going to happen.

  "You and me,” Juan pointed at each of them to emphasize his point. “That is how it is going to be. We can lay low for a while, until we figure the work thing out. But, baby, make no mistake, you are the woman I will be waking up to for the rest of my life. This is how it's going to be."

  Lori was never one to take orders so well, but his sounded like pure heaven. Juan was everything a woman could want, and she wasn't about to throw him back and keep fishing. Still, that macho bullshit had to be checked just a tad.

  "Oh, yeah?” she challenged lifting her chin higher and arching a brow. “You are just going to tell me and expect me to fall in line, eh?"

  "You're damn right I do."

  [Five]

  The kiss was meant to silence any further protest, but Lori could have cared less. Giving in to the moment, she melted into his embrace, opening her lips to allow him to explore. Unlike the fierce coming together earlier, Juan seemed to be taking his time. Their tongues met and intertwined unhurriedly, each exploring the favor of the other and finding it much to their taste. Hands rubbed and caressed moving over the planes of each other's bodies as if each digit was trying to memorize the contours.

  Lori felt the faint twinge in her womb explode into a burning heat and aching need. Her body arched against Juan's hard muscles, her hips beginning to move with increasing fervor as she rubbed her pussy against his hard thigh. Juan responded by lifting his leg higher, offering her more friction, his hands cupping her buttocks to assist in her quest. It was becoming hard to breath as the almost painful sensation blazed through her very core.

  "Oh, damn! Juan! I need ... I need..."

  "Shh, baby. I know what you need."

>   Lifting her in his arms, he step from the tub and stalked into the bedroom, leaving wet footprints in his wake. Lori wrapped her legs around him, not letting go even when he laid her gently on the bed. The kisses had become far more passionate, tiny bites and gentle suckling adding logs to an already burning fire.

  Determined not to be the passive receiver this time, Lori arched her back and expertly flipped them over so that she was straddling his body, his arms stretched above his head in her surprisingly strong grip. She had to smile at the shocked expression on Juan's face as she sat up. He hadn't noticed the handcuffs on the nightstand, but she had. He was now cuffed to his own bed, and helpless to do anything about it.

  "My turn,” she announced triumphantly before leaning down to nip one distended nipple.

  "Fuck! Lori, what are you doing?"

  "I am making sure you understand that you may be the man,” she ran a single fingernail in a swirl pattern down his chest. “But I am the woman!"

  Juan was torn. He wanted to close his eyes and just enjoy the ride as she bit the other nipple before trailing little bites down his torso. But at the same time, he just had to watch as her beautiful dark head kept going lower and lower. His heart started beating so fast, he was almost afraid of having a heart attacked as she got closer and closer to his groin. He actually let out a whimper when she sucked on the sensitive skin where his leg attached to his torso. So close, but yet so far away.

  When small, soft hands cupped his scrotum, rolling them back and forth without causing pain, he canted his hips, beside himself for her to touch his cock.

  "Lori, baby, please."

  Instead of pitying him, the devilish woman merely smiled, stuck out her tongue and swirled around the bulbous head of his cock.

  "Shit!” She was trying to kill him!

  The torture didn't stop there. She placed little kisses all around the head of his poor, needy organ, and then sucked just the head into the hot cavern of her mouth. Juan's ass actually clenched as his he hissed his pleasure. Damn, that felt so good. Letting go of his dick's helmet with a little pop, she then proceeded to lick him from base to tip, not missing a spot.